Nothing seems to be working out at all..
-Nan is growing sicker by the day, and seems to want nothing more than to transfer her woes onto me if my mother won't listen to them.
-I don't want to go to school, but apparently there's nothing else I can do, so to school I go.
-I have no friends, and I'm tired of playing pretend with an old best friend that things are fine between us. I want nothing to do with her right now, especially since she had no problem ditching me for the better part of three years.
-I really cannot handle living here anymore, it's simply too depressing. But then again, there's nowhere else I can go. There are too many things I need to work out before I can even make my next move.
-I just want to sleep, but I can't bring myself to.
You would think these things bother me most, but I've become terrified of my scale. Pathetic as it is, I can't go one day without weighing at least 5 times. I'm scared the number will go up too far after I 'slip,' or that I won't hit my number goal on time.
...And this is all really negative. On a positive note, at least the monotony of summer is almost over. Oh, and at least it's only weight I'm worried about (it's better than fretting over symmetry, 'lines,' and the other crap that usually bugs me).
